She came from a background where nothing was ever good enough, and that was something that weighted heavy on her. But in our house together, it was a sense of just trying stuff and allowing each other to fail and to be excited about things. That was liberating for her. It was exciting to see her grow, and both of us grow and change together. But that’s also the hard part; growing without growing apart or changing without scaring the other person. I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind. Rehearsing old arguments and defending myself against the things she said about me.